The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-04-23

6cl1, lie JULIET duSWcISos
"Of that you may be sure. Good-by
Katrinal"
And with those words the damsel bound.
ed off, with steps as buoyant as youth ant
health could make them.
Katrina watched her friend until bend
of the road hid her from view; then she
went into the house. and set about perform.
ing her various duties
Meanwhile, Franzi skipped along. singing
to herself. The sun was shining brightly
and the damsels heart was light as any
feather. She was going among the friends
whom she loved, and the recollection o.
that fact made her spirits rejoice.
Presently she uttered a sharp cry, and
paused. A rough looking man, who had
suddenly rushed out of smithy hard by
had confronted her.
What frightens you so?" he said, in tone.
somewhat gentle. Are you afraid that
shall spoil your pretty face. which 1 daily
waste hours to catch glimpse Off"
Let me pass!' returned the girl, not
caring to hide her evident dislike of the
man. what has my face to do with YOU?
l do not ask you how long it is since yor
washed the smiths smut from your eyes!"
They see well enough, with all the
smut" he retorted. But smut is healthy,
and preserves the complexion.
At that Franzi burst into fit of laughter
Why have you stopped me thus?" shs
demanded, by and by.
ITO ask you to become my wife" be re-
piled, very earnestly "Say that You will
Franzi- oh, say yes. and in four weeks
hence you shall wear the wedding wreath
The girl blushed
Are you serious, Vigili?" returned She
Il thank you for your offer; but, although
you are good hearted, [ do not like your
wild aud violent manners. l have heard
strange things Of you"
Yes, things that are not true" he inter-
rupted Franzi by saying Il only wish
knew the rascal who has been speaking i'll
of me; I'd break his neck for him, l
would"
~Therel only see what o rage you are in al
O few words only! Can you deny that you
threw hammer at the head Of one of your
workmen, in consequence Of which his life
was for some time despaired of? And
people do say that you have behaved I'M
kindly to your own mother. What, then.
could wife expect--a poor wife, who
could bring to your house nothing but her
self"
The blacksmith was silent for few
seconds. He looked both abashed and
I'm ashamed to confess to you that your
accusation against me is, in part, true" he
said. But, for the future, l will try to
put curb upon my temper-I will, in
deed! Will you promise to let me have the
first dance with you at the festival to- day?'
he eagerly added.
i must promise, | suppose, else you will
keep me standing here forever was her
answer.
At this moment Franzi was joined by
some girls in holiday costume, and Vigil
disappeared, to make himself ready to at
tend the ceremony about to Ike place.
Our heroine and her friends now pi oceed-
ed in the direction of the Unterwalds
house, the windows and doors of which
they found decorated with garlands and
wreaths and flowers Over the porch of the
dwelling there WAS q sort of triumphal
arch, formed of tiags, golden paper, and
flowers. Look wheresoever you would,
there might be seen letters. forming the
name of the young priest who was to
preach his first mass on that day.
In front of the house wero assembled
crowds of people, both old and young, all
of whom were waiting to swell the process
sion which was to accompany Albert Inter
valid to the village chapel, where he was
Old Unterwald and his wife were sit, ing
together. They we're alone. Albert's father
was tall. thin man, with sharp features and
iron-gray locks.
After while, getting impatient, Inter
valid rose, aud paced the floor up and down
with measured steps. Now and then he
would stop and pass his fingers through his
scanty hair. He seemed rather troubled,
and deep sigh from time to time broke
forth from his chest.
With her white hair carefully smoothed
back under her black head dress, sat Albert
Unterwald's mother. She had her rosary in
her hand, and q brass clasped book OF
prayer lay on the table near her.
Nothing was heard in the room save the
ticking of the Black Forest clock, and the
buzZing of the summer flies in the bright
Windows.
Presently the clock gave notice to strike
At that the mother looked up, and dropped
her beads. The people have assembled,
she said to her husband. Shall We not
warn our son of the hour"
At this moment the door opened, and the
expected one entered. One could see at O
glance that he was the son of the house
He was very like his father, but he had his
mothers mild and tender manners, an6
likewise her expressive blue eyes. Albert's
face WAS full of kindness and purity; when
you looked into it, you felt certain that il
belonged to strictly honorable and good
man.
Good morning. reverend and honored
son, said Madame Unterwald, rising and
embracing him, with affection and pride.
Her husband laughed at her speech and
ridiculed it little, adding, He is my son
and if he were even to become a cardinal,
he would still be the same to me; and SO
may say, Good morning, Albert-good
morning, to this your day of honor"
Thanks, father" answered the young
priest, taking his sire's hand in his, and
pressing it. Let it be ever thus between
us. How much have to be grateful to you
only have ] reached this proud and happy
hour, for which have looked and yearned
so long
Say no more, my son, y returned the ole
man. L have but performed parents
duty toward you.
Il am aware, father that have not chosen
the life you wished me to follow"
"That is true. Albert; and I can not helI
regreting the fact" the other answered
rather mourafully. 1T pains me to think
that my only son will see my large estate
pass into strangers hands. But you have
chosen your path, and mans will is his
kingdom.
And hope, father that 1 have chosen
well, the young priest rejoined.
Il hope SO, too" the old man replied
with fervor. And to- day. at your first mass
1 will pray, with my whole heart and soul
that you may go through life as you have
begun it. and that you may never say tc
yourself, l wish 1 had taken my fathers
advice"
Father, without a doubt, my heart be-
longs to my holy calling: never for one mo.
ment can l ever change"
After to- day ii will be too late to do SO,
murmured Unterwald, passing a handker-
chief across his eyes, which were overflow
ing With tears.
Alberts mother, who had retired to the
window during the above conversation, here
approached her husband and her son.
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